LOGINThe silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of her arranged marriage to ruthless mafia don Luca Romano, Dahlia is forced to walk down the aisle in her place. What begins as a sacrifice soon turns into a prison. Cold and unforgiving, Luca reveals she was given to him not for love, but as payment for her father’s debts. Trapped in his mansion, Dahlia braces herself for a loveless marriage—until she glimpses the man behind the don. As danger closes in and passion ignites, Dahlia finds herself falling for the husband she was never meant to have. But Luca doesn’t believe in love—and his silence could break her more than any enemy’s bullet. And when Denise returns, demanding to reclaim what was “hers,” Dahlia must risk everything—not only for Luca’s love, but for her very life.
View MoreAndrea’s POV"Then we'll be there to help him figure it out. Dahlia." I turned to face her fully. "Whatever we walk into in that room, we walk into it together. Okay? You're not doing this alone."She nodded. Looked back at the window.I believed everything I'd said. I believed it completely.The hospital doors slid open and I felt it—that familiar rush of antiseptic air that had come to mean so many things over the past weeks. Fear, mostly. Hope, sometimes. The smell of waiting.But today it smelled different somehow. Or maybe I was different.Dahlia was already moving through the lobby before I'd fully processed walking through the doors. Dante fell into step beside me and I glanced at him, and he looked back at me with an expression that was still carefully controlled but had something lighter underneath it now."He made it," I said quietly, just to say it out loud."He made it," Dante confirmed.We reached the ICU corridor. The nurses who'd come to know us by now looked up with sm
Andrea’s POVWeeks passed like this. Slow and heavy, each day much like the last.And then everything changed on a Thursday afternoon.I was in the kitchen when the call came through.Dante was at the table across from me, working through a stack of documents that Luca's organization had generated in the weeks since the explosion. Someone had to keep things running, and that someone had quietly, inevitably become him. He hadn't complained once. Hadn't talked about the weight of it, hadn't acknowledged the exhaustion that showed itself only in the slight tension around his eyes and the way he sometimes sat very still for a moment before turning the next page.I'd been watching him more than I was watching my own laptop screen, which had a half-written chapter on it that I hadn't touched in forty minutes.My phone lit up on the table between us.Unknown number. Hospital prefix.We both saw it at the same time.I grabbed it so fast I nearly knocked over my coffee."Hello?""Is this Andre
Andrea’s POVI tried to be optimistic in front of Dahlia, who woke up after the explosion to find herself in a hospital bed with the man she loved fighting for his life two floors above her.When Dante and I told her about Luca's condition, she'd broken down completely. Sobbing so hard she couldn't breathe.She believed that if she'd just been more careful, if she'd been better at defending herself, if she'd somehow figured out a way to escape on her own, Luca wouldn't have had to risk his life to save her. If she hadn't been taken in the first place, he wouldn't be lying in that bed now.And on top of the guilt, she was dealing with the trauma of being kidnapped and held captive by her own twin sister. Of being tied up and used as bait. Of watching the building explode while knowing Luca was still inside.And the pregnancy hormones that made everything more intense, more overwhelming, harder to process and cope with.So when I was with her in Luca's hospital room during visiting hour
Andrea’s POVDante's arm was around me immediately, supporting me as we moved closer to the bed.I reached out with a shaking hand and carefully took Luca's right hand—the one that wasn't casted. His skin was warm, which somehow surprised me. I'd half-expected him to feel cold, lifeless.But he was alive. His chest was rising and falling with the ventilator's rhythm. His heart was beating—I could see it on the monitor, steady and strong."Hey, Luca," I said softly, my voice breaking. "It's Andrea. I'm here. Dante's here too. You scared us really badly, but you're okay now. You're safe. The doctors fixed you up and you're going to be fine."I was babbling, I knew, but I couldn't stop."You just need to rest now. Let your body heal. And then you need to wake up, okay? Because Dahlia needs you. And your baby needs you. "Tears were streaming down my face freely now."So you need to wake up and meet your kid. You need to wake up because we can't do this without you."I squeezed his hand g
Dante's POVI set Andrea's suitcase down near the bed and turned to find her standing in the middle of the room, looking uncomfortable now that we were alone together."So," I said, leaning against the doorframe and crossing my arms. "What do you think?""It's... a lot." She wrapped her arms aroun
Dante's POVI sat there in the SUV for a moment, staring at my phone. This was exactly why I didn't do relationships. They always ended like this—messy, complicated, full of emotions and expectations I couldn't meet.Love was a weakness. I'd learned that lesson early and learned it well.My old man
Dahlia's POVA slow, wicked smile spread across his face—that smile that always made my stomach flip and my thighs clench. "As you wish, Mrs. Romano."His hands began to roam over my body with purpose now, no longer just exploring but claiming, possessing. He touched me everywhere—my shoulders, my
Dahlia's POV"You love it," I said."I do," she admitted. "You guys are perfect together. I'm so happy for you, Dahlia. Really."But even as she said it, I saw that shadow pass over her face again. That sadness that she couldn't quite hide.My heart ached for her. Here she was, throwing me this bac
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